Other than him not keeping his room clean, we didn't have much to complain about with this guy. Although he can't land a job to save his life, he passes his tests and follows most of the rules. He has been in a halfway house before, so he knows that he is better off lying low and counting the days. My biggest problem with him is that he is an annoying little fuck when he decides to come out of his room. None of the other residents particularly like him, so he just keeps to himself. It's when he has to be around others that we all dread. Dunno, just something about him rubs us all the wrong way. I did like his white trash looking body. Not a lot of meat on him, but he has a decent six pack and the right amount of hair. His lips look like they could be useful, too. I walk into his room and decide to have myself a piece of the cake. He wakes up without a fuss and before you know it he has my cock in his hand, jerking me off. His small fingers feel pretty good, but I've got other things in mind. Once he is down on his knees smoking my pole, I realize what a great fortune it is that these small town boys make it to the city and ruin their lives. If they didn't turn into complete fuck-ups, I wouldn't have nearly as much fun as I do. I spit in his mouth a few times just to remind him what a loser he is, and then I tell him to get on his back and spread 'em.